I Want a Divorce by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 319 His Idol

Abigail wasn’t insistent on reaching a resolution today. She understood the importance of flexibility and not burning bridges unnecessarily.

As she brought the teacup to her lips, she appreciated the delicate fragrance. In Eastbay, it was customary to use smaller cups for tea, but they were always well-crafted. “This is the Silver Needle. It’s a delightful tea, perfect for a summer day,” she commented after taking a sip.

Tony was pleasantly surprised by her ability to identify the tea based on its taste.

Silver Needle might not be widely recognized, but it had earned local fame in Eastbay, remaining a hidden gem to those beyond the region.

With a smile. Tony asked, “Are you a tea connoisseur, Ms. Quinn?”

In truth, she wasn’t, but her knowledge of tea came from Josh’s tea house. He was quite the enthusiast, and their conversations often revolved around tea culture.

“I have a friend who is quite passionate about tea and has shared some knowledge with me,” she replied politely.

He nodded, assuring her, “Regarding Lacey, Ms. Quinn, I promise to provide you with an explanation.”

“Mr. Booker and I were once classmates who got along fairly well, Mr. Fernandez, but that was all in the past. If something were to happen between us, it would’ve happened a long time ago, wouldn’t it?” Abigail asked, her tone serene as she set her cup down.

“You’re absolutely right, Ms. Quinn. Lacey’s not thinking straight,” Tony agreed right away.

Ronaldo was taken aback by the abrupt change in Tony’s demeanor. He couldn’t help but wonder if it was related to the phone call his uncle had received earlier. As they left the house, he couldn’t resist voicing his frustration, saying, “You lied to me!”

She gave him a teasing glance and remarked, “Even after discovering my little fib, you still defended me. You’re quite the handsome and honorable gentleman, Mr. Fernandez.”

melted his mock anger. “Ms. Quinn, why not just tell me the truth next time? Why bother lying? Were

your side?”

cousin,”

Ronaldo

you choose a place for supper? I’ll treat you and your

1/3

not necessary!” He livened up at the

supper.

believed this trip would be a one-woman battle, but to her surprise, she found unexpected support both

relax and improve her

Ronaldo had arranged for her, her cheeks were slightly. flushed from the alcohol. She said, “Thank you for your hospitality, and I assure you, I

things? You’re our guest. Rest

you to other places in the city tomorrow. You’ll have a great time!” Ronaldo’s friends chimed in with

Abigail nodded. “Alright.”

closed the door, and Ronaldo and his

resist asking, “She’s so beautiful, Ronaldo. Do you think you can win her over? It seems like a long

exclaimed, “What are you thinking?! She’s a genius designer who graduated from Pendorf Design Academy. How can I even think about dating her? Besides that, her ex-Do you know who her ex

is it?” Ronaldo’s friends

you think I even stand

His friends fell silent.

“I

and scolded, “Shallow! Being nice to someone doesn’t mean I’m trying to date them. I respect her. She’s an artist. Do you understand what

it at all!”

and their focus was solely on making money. Art appreciation wasn’t in their